And in the end, the bridge over time is moot. It vanishes with the first hint of a smile. Then the hugs gathering people together; relatives who existed in different symphonies before today.
There are pictures to prove a time in the past of togetherness. The large group of sisters and brothers with their children, lining up to partake in the celebration of food. Always there is plenty as if it is a gift from the heart itself, as if to say this is how much I love you.
The years have advanced, and I can’t remember the last time everyone was together. Things have irrevocably changed in both death and in horrid crimes exposed. But this isn’t about the unspeakable. Rather it is about the gathering of grown up children and their children.
And us too. It’s the laughter and jokes and comeraderie. Easily falling back into familiar patterns and nuances of conversations. There have been many years of good memories. Nothing will destroy that. Your children are who we were not that long ago. I am honored to know them and to see them again. Their children have grown too quickly. Haven’t we all? I’m only sorry I didn’t get to see your oldest. Please don’t tell me how old she is now. It’s scary how the years fast forward like the skip-overs on the dvr. Only this is life and there’s no pause button.
So please know that I was happy to see the family again. It was fun being silly again. You know who you are 🙂 We always have been on similar wavelengths. We “got” each other.
It was a fun time at the gathering. Glad we could at least slow the fast forward a little bit and get to catch up with each other again.